Lily’s POV:
“Omigod Ains, you CANNOT be serious,” I groan to my best friend. She’s all giddy because of the ‘cute & polite boy’ she’s met in Trig class. Apparently his name is Luke Hemmings, but honestly I could care less. She nods her head quickly & practically bounces when she walks.
“Lillyyyyy he’s so nice & cute & he gave me his number so it def means something!”
“Yeah it means you guys are gonna fuck tomorrow at his house then grow old together doesn’t it?” I bite back. God I love her, I really do, but she has to learn the difference between people being nice & people being flirty. I arrive at Mr. Poyer’s 7th period English class & say goodbye to her. She’s all smiles even as she walks into History.
When I walk in, I’m surprised to see almost all the seats are taken, just like they were yesterday. All but one next to Ashton.
Mentally sighing, I tentatively walk over to the seat & sit down. I thinks he notices me because he stiffens up & turns his back to me, still doodling in his notebook. I begin to imagine what he draws in there. Probably just scribbles. I look over at his bracelets covering his arm. There’s so many bands I’ve heard of as well as some I haven’t. Maybe he draws song lyrics in there. I don’t know, I’m just daydreaming. Interrupting me is Mr. Poyer walking in the door just as the bell rings. I turn back to face the class as he begins the lecture.
“Hello class, today we’re going to be starting a project -“ the whole room groans in response. He frowns slightly & wiggles his index finger at us.
“No no no, I assure you it won’t be terrible, You’ll be doing it with a partner anyways. It will be about social issues in our society today. Racism, Sexism, et cetera.” I tone him out & begin to ponder on who I want to be my partner. I have, like, 4 great friends in this class. But I can only choose one. But while playing eeni meeni mini moe, I hear my name.
“Lily? Are you even listening to a word I’m saying?” Mr. Poyer asks in annoyance. I guess I was looking at the wall & not even acting like I was paying attention. Oops.
“Um, yes sir.”
“Then what did I just say?” the room goes dead silent. I imagine sweat trickling down my temple as I try to bullshit my way out of it.
“Erm, you were discussing… the project we’re doing?” I try. He hesitates & sighs, running a hand through his old, grey hair.
“I’ll let it slide this time, but pay attention!” I finally give in & listen to what he has to say.
“Anyways as I was just saying, do not get your hopes up! I will be picking your partners.” I hit my fist against my desk lightly. There goes that plan.
“I will be picking them at random with this jar & these slips of paper,” he shakes the clear jar with the white papers in it as we all groan again. I know it’s at random, but I can feel something telling me I’m going to get a shitty partner.
I don’t really pay attention to who is partnered up with who until I hear my name.
“Lily Harlamert and…” Mr. Poyer digs through the jar again & comes out with another white slip like mine. He calmly opens it & reveals the person who I’m with.
And all I can think of in my mind is Shit.
Ashton’s POV:
“Ashton Irwin. Lily Harlamert & Ashton Irwin, you are partners.”
No. No, I’m just dreaming.
He did NOT just say I’m partners with her.
But alas, I see her out of the corner of my eye look over at me. I don’t dare meet her gaze but only raise my head from my notebook. She must see my shock because she leans over to me.
“Don’t worry, I’m not gonna make you do all the work or anything. Promise.” Lily smiles. I practically melt into the desk.
I try to regain my composure as everyone gets up & gets in line next to their partner to get their topic. Even standing next to her gives me the chills. I peak a glance at her. She’s quite a bit shorter than me, probably 5’5 to my 6’0 frame. Her hair, as always, is stick straight & falling evenly down her back. Her shirt is white with black horizontal stripes & long sleeved. Her skirt is pulled up high & is red leather. The heels she’s wearing are black & extremely high. So maybe she’s really like 5’2 & just looks taller in the heels.
When I look back up at her face, I see her studying me. I probably jump 5 feet in the air I’m so alarmed. She just kind of laughs & pokes my wrist.
“I like your bracelets,” she mumbles. I look down at the mountain on my forearm & use all my might not to cry. But luckily over the years I’ve become a good actor; I’ve learned how to put on a fake face.
“Um, thanks. I - uh, er - really like your - uh - sh-shoes” I attempt. She giggles & looks down at her feet. “Thanks! They kill though, not quite sure why I wore them to school,” she laughs at herself as she twists her ankles around as she admires them. Interrupting our conversation(I guess you could call it) is Mr. Poyer.
“Hey guys, your social issue is…” he scans the list & searches for one. I’m hoping it’ll be something easy, like racism or gun control. But my heart literally stops dead in it’s tracks when I hear our topic, & I’m pretty sure hers does too considering the horrified look on her face.
“Self-harm & Depression. That is your guys’ topic”
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Deeper (5SOS Ashton Irwin Fanfic)
FanfictionLily Harlamert is the most popular girl at Marshal High School, the typical school where kids are rebellious & don't do their work. Ashton Irwin is a wallflower at Marshal High School. Kids don't really notice him, but those who do judge him. They...
